And I shall find some girl perhaps, and a better one than you, With eyes as wise, but kindlier, and lips as soft, but true, and I dare say she will do.
Youth is stranger than fiction.
And in that Heaven of all their wish, there shall be no more land, say fish
Breathless, we flung us on a windy hill, Laughed in the sun, and kissed the lovely grass.
For Cambridge people rarely smile, Being urban, squat, and packed with guile.
Cities, like cats, will reveal themselves at night.